Another installment of Grayson and Matilda

Grayson told Matilda not to move and stepped into a room adjoining his, presumably the bathroom. He came back with a clean washcloth and wiped her back off. The warm, wet towel felt nice against her skin and so did his hands. After cleaning her up, he ran his hands from her shoulders to her ass, growling deep in his belly. “Matilda, I hope you know how fucking sexy you are.” He helped her up and laid her down on top of the bed. Then he laid down beside her, covering her with his arm and leg. “Do you?”
“Do I what?” Matilda was still in a state of euphoria and hadn’t heard his comment.
“Do you know how sexy you are? Because if you don’t, I’m going to have to make it my mission to tell you and show you all the time. Because damn, Mattie, you’re hot!” She blushed all over again, and he grinned down at her. “You’re beautiful when you’re that color pink.” He leaned down and kissed her softly.
She giggled as she turned to face him. “You’re the only person who thinks that, Grayson. But thank you for thinking it.” She placed a feather light kiss on the corner of his lips.
He leaned in closer to her, his hazel eyes gleaming, “You are the most beautiful creature on this planet. And you’ll be mine.” He kissed her hard as his hands grazed over her body. His hungry hands slid down her body, lingering on her breasts and down to her hips, then delving into her heat, getting soaked by her juices. She moaned against his lips when his fingers turned up and began to slowly rub against the front wall, igniting a new sensation within her. She pulled away from his kiss, dragging a jagged breath in. Not stopping, his lips trailed down her neck, across her collarbone, toward her breasts. Her hips swayed with his fingers inside her, moaning loudly, making him hard.
“Oh God, Gray. You are amazing.” A light sheen of sweat started to pop up all over her skin as her pending orgasm grew. His mouth made its way down to her pelvis and he landed butterfly kisses across the slightly opened lips, sliding his tongue leisurely across her clit.
Her nails scratched across his scalp as she kneaded his hair, wanting more but not demanding. His thick cock slapped against her calf as he repositioned himself closer to her. She started running her leg up and down, creating friction, enlarging him still. He moaned against her, vibrating her clit, sending her over the very perilous ledge he’d been keeping her on. Her pussy clenched his fingers hard as she moaned loudly, pulling him deeper.
He slid his fingers out and lifted both her legs up, holding her ass in mid air. He knelt between her legs staring at her beautiful body, savoring what he had done to her. Her eyes pleading with him, her lips repeatedly moving with no sound, ‘Please’ she was begging. He slowly slipped his throbbing cock inside her and immediately had to still himself. “Please come inside me. If you’re clean, I won’t get pregnant. Finish in me, please.” Her blue eyes pleading again. She needed him to claim her as much as he needed to claim her completely.
He shoved the rest of the way in and pumped in and out vigorously. Her body wanted him, squeezing him, milking his cock for what it wanted. Her moans became louder as he pushed her legs closer to her body, opening her up, making it tighter. She scratched her nails down his chest and he groaned with pleasure as her body spasmed around him over and over. Then it happened, the Earth tilted on its axis and light broke across her eyes as a new, unknown orgasm crashed into her like a MAC truck. She screamed his name and caught his shoulders to try and ground herself as her body rioted against him. “MINE!” he growled as he came hard inside her, filling her with everything he had.

Hot

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The storm hit fast

Taking the lights and air with it

He was gone chasing

She was home melting

The stagnate Texas heat

Draped her like a glove

The windows open

Light breeze flowing

Until she couldn’t take it anymore

Cloth after cloth fell to the ground

Revealing her hot skin to the breeze

She lay under the window

Hoping for more

Praying for relief

She dozed in the midnight hour

Waiting for him to come home

Too hot and sticky to care how he found her

He watched her slumber from the door

Her ample breasts heaved with her every sigh

Light sheen of sweat built across her body

His fingers itched to touch her

His mouth watered to taste her

His ears burned for the sound of her moans

He wanted to be blinded by the sight of her cumming

He wanted to smell their sex fill the room

He divested

Climbed into bed

Covered her body

Her moans came quick

His expert fingers and mouth on the prowl

Her small hand searching

Finding its purpose

Squeezing and pumping him

Wanting more, needing more

Throwing her legs up

Thrusting inside her

Over

Over

Over

Again

Screams, moans, sighs

Heat rolling out into the rain-soaked Monday

Moonlit

After the things I did to her, it’s no surprise her body lay sprawled across our bed, breasts heaving, skin glistening in the few rays of light outside our window, little shivers still coursing through her body.

I love watching her after a long play session, as her pink skin turns pale again, the blush of adrenaline loses its mark across her face. She’s beautiful trussed up or spread out.

My little fuck toy does everything I want and more. She begs, kneels, dances, and moans for me. She is open to all my kinky fuckery and wants more every time. She worships at my feet, mouth open wide, little choking tears streaming down her face as I slam into the back of her throat again and again. Hands bound behind her so I control all.

Her upturned ass becomes red as my hand sings her praises. She’s always so ready for me, as a perfect fuck toy should be. I clutch her breasts as they bounce, twisting her nipples in time with my thrusts. Her moans become screams as I fuck her into perfect submission.

Now she lays enraptured and I sit here watching her, the moonbeams bouncing off her still form, tempting me. Impatiently I wait until I can have her again.

Strip it Down

 

We had been fighting a lot lately. Kids, money, jobs away, just plain old anger that we couldn’t release on anyone else. I thought maybe we were coming to an end, the arguing had become silence. That ominous silence that signals the death of something. For us, our long-standing relationship; not marriage because neither of us wanted to be held back, even though kids did tie us together for the long haul. No legal binds to break if we didn’t want to stay together. Our joke, making sure we like each other first.

I came home to a silent house, no kids screaming, no banging of dolls and cars. Nothing. It felt like a lead ball fell into the pit of my stomach thinking he’d done it, he’d left and took the kids with him. The instant anger that flooded me was palpable, I could feel my face grow red hot.

I started down the hall to check if my instinct were correct when I noticed little red and white petals on the floor. I followed them down the hall to our bedroom. There was a note on the door, “I’ve been waiting for you all my life.”

Instantly, the anger vanished and shame and joy warred for space in me. I opened the door and found more petals immersing our room and bed, engulfing the bathroom connected. Another note taped to the mirror on my counter, “The bath has been drawn.” I peeked around the corner to find him  standing naked next to a steaming bathtub.

Tears fell softly down my cheeks. Here I was thinking the worst, worrying that we were over, and he was doing his damnedest to keep us whole. He sauntered over to me and without a word began to undress me. Slowly, deliberately. Sliding one finger beneath my top, caressing his way across my slightly heaving breasts, already puckered for what was to come.

He kissed me gently, tugging at each of my buttons as his tongue slid across my lips, coaxing entrance. I parted my lips as his thumbs found my nipples through my sheer bra and pinched tightly down across his knuckles. I moaned into his mouth, allowing him complete entry and his tongue fully explored me as his hands made quick work discarding my clothes.

His lips never left mine, but his hands roamed across me like he’d never felt my body before, like he’d never had me before, like I was new again. He made me feel desirable, something I hadn’t felt in a long time. When he finally released me from his kiss, he scooped me up and stepped into the waters, promptly plunged me into the deep waters of a rose scented bath. He sat below me, straddling me across his lap where I could feel his ever grow hardness beating against me.

He ran his fingers through my hair and then down my back, scratching lightly as he descended. I arched my back ever-so-slightly and he caught one of my nipples in his mouth and began to massage the other in time with his tongue. I moaned and began to rock my hips against his thick cock, wanting him inside me, but not wanting to rush his seduction.

His unoccupied hand slid across my body, down between us, and against my swollen clit. I bucked hard against him, my body ripe with want. He bit my nipple as his finger slid inside me and his palm rubbed my clit. I moaned louder, pushing down against his hand, wanting so much more.

I ran my hands down his chest, feeling every single muscle flex with my touch. I wrapped my hands around him, his head still peeking out from underneath both hands and I squeezed tight as I pumped his cock in time with his fingers inside me. His mouth released my breasts and his head fell back against the basin, closing his eyes as I pleasured him.

His breathing shallowed and his cock swelled more as he came close to the brink. He pulled my hands away, lifted me and then split me in two with his hard-on. I screamed his name with the intrusion, feeling both his huge cock rubbing me just right and his thumb against my clit bringing me closer to the heaven only he had ever shown me. I wrapped my arms around him, holding on as he fucked me in the shallow waves.

 

Drunken Shanagans

For those of you starving for some of my typical writing…

We went to his office party, the first time he took me out to meet his friends and co-workers. He told me, “I don’t want to see you without a drink to your lips, got that?” I nodded and did as I was told. All night, I had something. I started off with Jack and Coke, but after a few, I switch to straight Crown. He didn’t know I could hold my liquor like I did. He’d never seen me drink more than a weak daiquiri.

By the end of the night, I was still under my own power, but everything was rather blurry and a straight line was unmanageable. He took what he called the long way back to his place as I giggled and talked about nonsense. When we stopped, we were out in the middle of no where. The first place we hooked up. I had a silly grin plastered to my face as I realized what he had in mind, but he never made a move. He just got out of the car and came over to my side. 

Matilda and Grayson’s First Time

This is the most recent scene from my novella. What do you all think? Please, leave comments and as always, happy reading!

Grayson pulled Matilda’s willing body against him all the while dragging the zipper down her dress. He wanted her naked, something he’d wanted for three years, something he knew would be easily done once the dress disappeared. Her hands slid down his sides and worked more competently on his buckle. He broke the less-hurried kiss to pull her dress off her shoulders and let it drop. He was in awe of her body, barely covered by the lace bra and thong set.
He pulled her to the end of the bed and sat her down on the edge so he could see her reaction when he removed his pants. Sliding his fingers under his waistband and belt, he dropped his pants and stood in his full glory, watching her reaction to the erection he had been sporting for her since she walked into his classroom. Her eyes widened at the sight of his massive length and she began to lick her lips. “Matilda, you need to understand that I have very specific rules that I would like for us to abide by, just a couple. Do you mind if we go over them quickly? Then I want to give you the orgasm you’ll stack every other orgasm up against for the rest of your life.” She swallowed convulsively and nodded. He grinned widely, “Great. One, complete and utter honesty. I need to know what we are doing is something that you’re okay with and not just something you feel like you have to do because it’s what I want. I also want you to be completely honest with me with all other aspects of your life. If I ask, I want you to be honest. I’m not asking for you to divulge everything yet, but that’s where I’d like for us to be when we are more than fuck buddies.” He leaned in and kissed her gently and winked.

Full Submission

It’s been a long while since I wrote much more than just The Obsession or challenges. I’ve been too busy and need to buckle down and get to writing again. The spring semester is so difficult to do anything else other than teach, take care of family, and sleep though. I’m so glad that there are only 18 more days for this school year. This is my most recent work. I hope you enjoy. Please feel free to comment and as always, happy reading.

I laid down and pulled her next to me. She was never reluctant, but tonight she was being shy. She had flipped the switch. She was my submissive. She had been dropping hints that it was about to happen and I had planned out our time. I love when she submits fully to me.

The Obsession pt. 5

Sir we’ve both been so damn busy, that cursed four letter word that constantly gets in our way. I want your hands and mouth on me, that dangerously sinful tongue in my mouth, making my insides melt with desire. Your hands sliding across my body, leaving hot streaks of want around my neck, across my shoulders, down my breasts, passed my stomach, between my legs. Your mouth running down my neck and shoulders in feather light kisses, sucking in my nipples one at a time making my naked body arch toward you and that huge cock pointing straight out at me…wanting inside me. My moans filling the air as your fingers plunge deep inside me, finding me soaked as always, proving that just your presence turns me into a pool of need and want.

I want you to press against my body and lay me down gently and lick your way down my torso and find your treasure nestled between my legs, wet, wanting, wontoningly pulsing against your hand. Your mouth meets my wet pussy and your tongue slips between my lips and applies sweet pressure onto my very swollen clit.

The Obsession pt. 4

I know, I know. God Christina, where the hell have you been? I’m sorry it’s been so long since you’ve had any “unprompted” writing from me. I do hope you’ve all been keeping busy. 🙂 So here’s another one. I hope you enjoy!

Sir and I have rules. 1. If I’m a good girl and please him, he gives me immense pleasure, but if I’m bad, he becomes devoid of feeling, leaving me cold. 2. Nothing too wild, just submission to him and him alone. 3. Keep my word, always be honest, be punctual (which I guess could all fall under number one.) 4. No undergarments. But apparently, we have an unspoken rule, no crazy.

The Obsession pt. 3

If you’re interested, you can go back and read pts one and two here. I hope you enjoy. Please feel free to leave comments at the end, and as always happy reading!

“I’m hungry,” Sir slapped my turned up ass. “Go fetch me something.” I giggled and left the room, stark naked, the chain still dangling from my nipples. I was in the middle of rummaging through the refrigerator in search of the ingredients to make chicken salad when Sir sauntered in behind me and encircled my waist, pulling my upraised ass to his rejuvenated cock.

“Baby, I’m hungry,” he murmured against my back as he trailed kisses over my back, slowly kissing toward my ass, his hands following suit down my stomach.  “Mmmmm, this looks good baby, thank you.” And his mouth made contact, sticking his tongue in my pussy as his fingers rubbed my clit. I moaned into the refrigerator door, holding tight to the shelf.